Run Free

… today.

And so my friend
Run free today
Beside the shore
Along the way

Run to the things
You want to see
Unbridled go
And just run free

The steps you run
Will be your own
Your destiny
Has not been shown

Except that it
Is coming due:
Run free, my friend
It’s up
To you

Near Night

Waves caress the yielding sands
Like two together, holding hands

The sea receives the sun’s last kiss
As gulls cry of forgotten bliss

The tumult that was lately felt
Has faded with the dying day

As night approaches, with its gift
A belle chanson de liberté

(“Near Night” – 10/12/2014)

Sing a Song of Summertime

Sing a song of summertime,
Do it while the day’s still young –
Run down to the riverside,
Celebrate with eyes and tongue

  Read the meaning on the wind,
  Catch the spirit in the day:
  Sing a song of summertime,
  Just get up, and break away.

Joy is found where simple is,
Love is made of word and deed;
Hope keeps walking in the dark,
Friendship comforts those in need

  Catch the time-bird as it flies,
  Read the branches as they sway:
  Sing a song of summertime,
  Throw monotony away.

Does the summer owe you joy?
Are your passions sharp and swift?
Do you work when all you need
Is available as gift?

  Read your favorite books again,
  Catch the words, it’s child’s play:
  Sing a song of summertime,
  Break your bonds, and break

The Old Days Cannot Hold You

The old days cannot hold you anymore.
Walls once thought so forbidding disappear;
Within the old life’s empty, cracked veneer
Now freedom beckons through the waiting door

If you keep your eyes open, you will know:
This place has never meant security.
There’s more to you than simple pliancy;
Just take a breath
And make your choice
And go

Out on the Water

She soaks up stress from all around,
A type of psychic blotter —
Then yearns for freedom and release:
To sail out on the water.

With wind and cirrus as her friends,
To be the ocean’s daughter:
And know the innocence of truth
She finds out on the water.

For all that’s gone away in life –
For losses have been mounting –
To be where there are no demands
And nothing that needs counting —

The call she answers from her soul
She’s been too long dismissing:
To be out on the water and
To find what she’s
Been missing

Picture credit : © Zzorik | – Watercolor landscape – island, sky with clouds and white sail.

She Will Not Wear

She’s heard too many lectures…

She’s heard too many lectures
In this mental one-horse town;
She will not wear the chains
Professors forge to keep her down

She won’t be told what she should take
Nor what all she should give;
The way to fly is hers to choose —
It is her life
To live



Teach the truth as you see it

Be careful of your facts

But also
Give your real opinions
Carefully identifying them as such

Share your real passions

Be your real self

Pass the spark on
As it was passed to you

Go now
And make a better world possible

Oh, and one other thing —

Get out of the Teachers’ way